Thursday, July 30, 2015

I have searched high and low for two weeks for a favoured beret. The local well kept public toilets we have, was the place I believed I had mislaid it, if not there, then the church where the walkers I stomp around with, partook of their refreshment, (including munching home-made cake). Friends checked the church after their Sunday service, to no avail. The nice guy I saw at the council enquiry desk said they could contact the people who clean the public W.C's. It's a contracted out service. I trudged around all the shops I remembered at some point in time visiting. The lady in the cafe searched in her store cupboard; I looked through all my shopping bags, coat pockets, and checked to see if my beret was tucked inside any other hat.

Today, my old fleece got an airing. I was puzzled by a bit of padding on the left side. There was nothing in the pocket. Oh! brainwave...quickly unzipping the fleece, I probed around in an open area of lining, pulled out to the light a bunched up soft wadge. YAY!!!!!!! my beret. The embarrassing thing is, I just do not remember when I last wore the old fleece. Beret and that fleece just do not connect up, no wonder I didn't find it.

Now, I must tell all those kind people who went searching for my hat that it has turned up.

How I love your red berer, my mother always wore one to, not everyone suits them, I wish I did!So glad it turned up, smiling re the clash of outfit here!!!I do like the sound of stomping around partaking of refreshment!xxx

Your comment made me smile. My own beret is not quite the orange-based red of the one pictured. Mine has got Shiraz red wine tones. :) With the wind and rain that lives around us, a beret is convenient to stuff into pockets (the right ones!) just in case head cover is required. I'm not sure that a beret suits me, but, there are ways of wearing it, if, you don't have to cover up like a tea cosy over a pot.xxx